For a long second, neither of us moved.
I stood there under the dim streetlight, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, my heartbeat loud enough that it felt like it might echo through the quiet street.
The night air was cool, brushing against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the sudden heat crawling up my spine.
He was still there.
The man on the balcony.
The faint light behind him barely spilled out from inside the room. It outlined his figure but hid his face completely, turning him into nothing more than a dark silhouette against the night.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Still.
My fingers curled into the fabric of my sleeves.
Why was he just standing there?
I couldn't see his eyes, but I felt them on me. The awareness pressed heavy against my chest, as if the distance between us didn't matter at all. As if he could see straight through me.
I swallowed.
This was ridiculous.
